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[dramatic music]

♪

All: ♪ every hour of the day, I can hear you say ♪

♪ oh, baby, won'’t you Please come home? ♪

[laughter]

♪ baby, won'’t you Please come home? ♪

♪ your mother'’s home alone ♪

[laughter]

Both: ♪ I have cried, baby, Never no more ♪

♪ just call your name

[horn blares]

No kidding.

[chuckles]

Both: ♪ every hour of the day

♪ you can hear me

- leon, leon, leon. My shy little baby.

I thought I scared you off Last night, eh?

Or maybe you didn'’t believe My husband was out of town.

You remember my address?

Sure, west 61st.

[solemn piano music, Woman vocalizing]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

[line trilling]

- stavros. Detectives.

- uh, um, police? - yes, ma'’am.

This is the police.

I want to report a dream.

A dream, ma'’am?

- um, what I mean is, Do you have records of murders?

Oh, you must have.

Yes, ma'’am.

I guess we probably have More records of murders

Than anybody in the world.

What about in midtown,

Tonight?

- [sighs] Probably.

- this would be a woman, Middle-aged,

Not murdered for money,

Probably a married woman.

- can you give me your name And number, lady,

And I'’ll check it out, okay?

- uh, the name is temple, Mrs. Eudora temple,

Plaza Three-four-five-nine-eight.

- did you witness this alleged Murder or something, lady?

I told you, I dreamt it.

[sighs]

Crazy.

[laughs]

Make the lights low, huh?

It'’s sexier that way.

[chuckles]

Don'’t think you're not special, Honey.

Where I'’m at, You'’re very special.

- your children Are beautiful.

You don'’t like your husband?

What'’s to like?

He'’s in new england selling Things, paying the bills.

You said you were from albany.

Your folks up there?

Father'’s dead.

I used to live With my grandparents up there.

What about your mother?

[cries]

- suppose you come To the dentist'’s office,

And you'’re trying to identify A skeleton by the bridgework,

And then he slips you The wrong dental records.

Why would he do that, bernie?

- ah, because the dentist Is the murderer.

Didn'’t you ever have a case Before

Where a dentist kills His patient?

- well, I can'’t think Of anytime in my career that--

- ah-ha, ah-ha.

Ah-ha, you got it figured the Other way around, don'’t you?

You got it figured that the--

That the patient kills The dentist,

Can'’t stand the pain.

[chuckles]

Can'’t stand the bill.

[chuckles]

Very funny.

Lieutenant.

- oh, bernie, we got To stop meeting like this.

- it'’s too public. - yeah.

- what happened, The mayor disappeared?

- we responded to a call About a half hour ago

On west 61st street.

Maid found her boss'’s Wife strangled.

The m.E. Puts it about 4:00 a.M.

So?

- so at 2:15 a.M., I get a call from this lady.

Says she had a dream that A woman, married, in midtown,

With robbery, No apparent motive,

Was or was gonna Get murdered.

Now, That'’s exactly what I got.

- the dream two hours Before the killing?

All right, You get down there.

I'’ll be right behind you.

- come on, man, I'’ve been Over the whole story twice.

Once for that patrolman there

And once For the two detectives.

I got to go over it again For you now, then what?

The captain, Maybe you got a general too.

- when I'’ve read The officer'’s report,

I really don'’t need All the details.

You mind if I call you dorothy?

- no, but I prefer Ms. Cunningham.

Um, ms. Cunningham,

What do you do for the marstons?

I make beds.

I serve drinks.

I empty ashtrays.

And what else do you do?

- I'’m getting my m.A. In anthropology at nights.

- could you give me A thumbnail sketch

Of life with the marstons?

- they were an average, Middle class family,

Upwardly motivated, Culturally shallow,

With conventional Professional goals

For their children And towards help like me.

Now, what do we got here?

We got mr. Marston away On business most of the time,

Mrs. Marston dressed In her nightie,

Inside doused with booze, Outside doused with perfume.

- her husband'’s out Of the city most of the time,

And the children Are away at college

Learning how to speak french And make a lot of money.

Poor vera. She doesn'’t want to grow old.

It'’s really kind of sad, Lieutenant.

I prefer to be called theo.

- look, um, I'’ll give your People whatever help I can,

But it'’s not much.

Thank you, ms. Cunningham.

You'’re welcome, theo.

Love it.

No, mother, no.

Don'’t say that.

I did love you.

Why not a letter?

Why nothing?

Do you know what it was

To hear nothing From your own daughter?

- maybe if you had written, Lolly,

We could have Talked you out of it.

No,

I would Have come home,

But I would have done it anyway.

I was sick.

Where are you, lolly?

Where are you?

Mother and I want To bury you properly.

- [moaning] Oh, oh.

Oh.

Ooh, ooh!

Yes?

- I'’m sorry. I heard a scream.

- please, lolly was in pain Or something.

Go on.

Um, no, not now.

I'’ve lost touch.

Probably just as well not now,

The strain.

I'’m sorry.

- our daughter ran away. She committed suicide.

We heard that.

We'’re just trying To find out for sure.

- perhaps we can try again Tomorrow, mrs. Waring.

Will 10:00 be all right?

Oh, fine.

Good afternoon, mr. Waring.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Waring.

Now, sir, Perhaps you'’ll tell me

Who you are And what you'’re doing here.

- well, I'’m the ghost Of christmas past.

Come on, lady, I thought That was your ball game,

Or don'’t your spirits Talk to you

Unless I lay some cash on you?

Of course.

Then you must be the police.

Right.

Now, it'’s your turn.

Mrs. Vera marston.

Was she a client, a relative Of a client, a friend?

- vera marston, Never heard of her.

Then why did you call the, uh,

Police in the middle Of the night

And ask about a woman Who might be murdered?

Because I had a dream.

I have lots of dreams, Of course,

But this one Was particularly real,

And when the spirits Address me as loudly as that,

I am naturally curious.

This, um, vera marston, She'’s dead,

Is that what You'’re telling me?

This woman who came to me In my dream

Really was murdered?

- did you happen to dream How she was murdered?

Strangled?

- madame, you really dreamed All this?

Of course.

- brown dog shaggy, here, Runs through a grocery store,

Knocking down people,

Airplanes bombing grand central.

What is that?

- mrs. Temple, you know, she Keeps a list of all her dreams.

There'’s a hundred like this.

You know, sooner or later, One of them had to come true.

- well, this one Was damned impressive.

She hit the approximate time, Had the right day,

Knew the victim was married, Middle-aged,

And strangled, No less.

[knocking]

Captain, excuse me.

Lieutenant, check in On the matchbook cover

In the marston victim'’s purse,

The jubilee cocktail lounge Last night?

Well, she was hanging out With a couple of regulars there

Until closing.

The bartender only Knows one of the names,

A mrs. Helen fielding.

Mrs. Fielding?

Sounds like a real singles bar, If you'’re married.

Be right with you, bobby.

- lieutenant, I just called A theo-philosophical society

Or something like that About mrs. Temple.

They got quite a list Of spiritualists down there,

And she'’s very highly regarded Professionally.

How about her personal life?

- well, her husband Just walked out on her,

No children, never goes out, And her work is her whole life.

Mm.

Okay?

- well, you don'’t believe In that spiritual stuff, do you?

- well, once I was playing Poker, you know,

And I'’m drawn to a flush.

I thought I got a twinge From someplace out there,

But that quickly Disappeared like that.

- you know, I had a dream About a horse once in belmont,

Promised me he was gonna come In first,

And then he invited me To go to hialeah with him.

- the horse invited you To go to hialeah with him?

- yeah, but he came In fifth at belmont,

So I didn'’t go down there With him.

[chuckles]

Leon.

I wasn'’t expecting you today.

- I got to have a session, Mrs. Temple.

Please, I'’ve been through something

That I got to talk over With my father.

Well, I'’m rather tired today.

I didn'’t sleep well last night.

Please, mrs. Temple.

Of course.

You never told me, leon,

Is your mother dead too?

I don'’t know.

She took off soon after My father passed away.

She was always taking off on us.

One month, two months, With some guy or other.

You talk to my father.

Ask him about my mother.

Um, I don'’t talk to him.

He talks through me, leon, To you.

Like you said, It was with your grandmother

When the two of you were working The ouija board years ago.

Yeah.

- he communicated With you through the board.

- it was-- It was as if he'’d never died.

I'’m glad that you can keep That up for me, mrs. Temple.

I'’m glad I found you.

- my life is helping people, Leon.

Now, ready?

Ready.

Walter,

Your son leon Is here again,

Wishing your company, Seeking your guidance,

Hoping to speak with you.

I offer myself As your voice,

As your means of expression.

[gasps]

[sighs]

Mm.

Leon...

You frightened me today.

It'’s like you got a storm Inside you.

- father, listen, The last time I told you,

Don'’t worry about mother,

About her always running off On you.

Ugh.

Why do we talk about her? I don'’t want to.

- because I promised The last time,

If some married woman tried Coming on to me again,

Being bad like mother Was to you and me,

She'’d learn her lesson.

You remember?

You promised...

You'’d choke The evil out of her.

Well, I did it!

This is a terrible city, father.

It could happen a lot.

I'’m so scared...

So scared.

No.

You'’re a loving son, leon.

It'’s all right then?

A loving son.

I'’m very lucky, leon, Very lucky.

- [crying] No, daddy.

[sobbing]

Leon?

Whatever could Have caused that?

- I didn'’t, uh, go with any Of those men, lieutenant kojak.

I had a drink with them And this vera woman,

But I came home Finally alone.

I am lonely sometimes, But I try not to be a fool.

- this, uh, Ralph and gordon,

You know what hotel They'’re staying at?

- no, no, I'’m afraid I didn'’t listen to much

That they were saying.

I was thinking, My husband and I, well,

We had a huge Fight last week.

He works all the time.

I never see him,

And so what difference does it Make that he moves out?

A lot, I guess.

Anyway, It'’s hard to think straight

In the same place That you fight,

So I go To this bar sometimes.

Quite a few sometimes lately.

Yeah.

Now, this, uh, This mrs. Marston,

Did you see her leave With somebody,

A car, a cab, on foot, whatever?

- no, I'’m sorry, I really didn'’t.

- you know something, You smoke too much.

[chuckles]

- I'’ll tell you what, if I have An occasion to call you again,

I'’ll be, um, mr. Kojak from the Gas company or whatever, okay?

I don'’t understand.

- oh, well, In case you get together

With your husband again,

I don'’t want To blow it for you, baby.

- thank you, Lieutenant kojak.

There, put it out.

[laughs]

Lieutenant, it'’s for you.

You all right?

How do you feel?

How'’s your plant?

- fine. - hello?

- lieutenant, This is mrs. Temple,

Mrs. Eudora temple.

- how could I ever forget, Mrs. Temple?

What can I do for you?

Well, I have never been

So tuned into the spirits, Lieutenant.

I just laid down to nap For a moment, and--

And, uh, what?

And I saw more women dying

Just like that vera marston.

The spirits, my word,

Isn'’t it extraordinary How they'’re seeking me out?

Mm.

- let me have gramercy Five-four-two-nine-three,

Please.

Have you got a match, harry?

[suspenseful music, Woman vocalizing]

♪

She found the body.

She seems to think That she heard a car pull away.

She came out of the door.

- get shots Of these tire tracks?

- yeah, he got a couple Of shots,

But it looks like A utility tread, brand-new.

Yeah, that'’s her.

Judy, judy, judy.

That'’s what I used to kid her With, you know,

Like cary grant?

Yeah.

- tell me, how'’d you know She was in my bar?

- swizzle sticks In her purse.

She had about 50 of them.

Maybe she'’s looking to find A capacity for drinking.

Maybe she wanted her husband To find them.

Who knows?

She leave alone?

- no, she picked up a guy, You know, pretty young.

Uh, they split After five minutes.

I never seen him before,

But I might be able to give you A so-so description.

Did he have a drink?

Yeah, he had a beer,

But like I told the detective There,

I wash my glasses out Right away.

I'’m sorry.

No fingerprints, huh?

All right, thanks.

Stavros, Go find us mrs. Temple.

Bring her down To the station right away.

Okay, let'’s go.

- crocker, Remember that psychiatrist,

That one from belleview They brought in

On the harrington case,

What'’s her name?

- uh, dr. Kirk, Barbara kirk.

- yeah, See if you can run her down.

Bring her down To the station right now.

Two dreams, two murders, Too much already.

- I have patients who think they Talk to the dead all the time,

But I'’ve only heard about Psychics who claim to do it.

I assume It'’s like automatic writing

Or working with a ouija board.

You do it with the unconscious, That'’s all,

While you'’re working out

Your subconscious thoughts And fantasies.

Well, is it possible, doctor,

That while mrs. Temple Is in her trance,

One of her clients Tells her

That he'’s been murdering Middle-aged women.

Now, when she comes out Of her trance,

Is it possible that she wouldn'’t Remember anything?

It certainly seems possible.

What about the dreams?

- well, dreaming Is another unconscious state

Like the trance itself.

Possibly while she'’s remembering Her dreams,

She'’s really remembering

Something she heard During the trance.

[knocking]

Yeah.

Oh, excuse me, captain.

Lieutenant, the woman, The spiritualist,

She'’s in a squad room.

Yeah.

I think you ought to be in On this, doctor,

But I don'’t think you ought To let on that you'’re a--

You'’re a shrink, okay?

Anything you say, lieutenant.

- all right, harry, Would you move?

Thank you.

I'’m sorry to get you here This late, mrs. Temple,

But it is important.

Mrs. Temple, This is barbara kirk.

Barbara kirk, mrs. Temple.

Uh, barbara Is a psychic consultant.

You know, she writes books On spiritualism and like that.

- uh, this building, it'’s--

It'’s very overpowering Being here, lieutenant.

A lot of very painful things Have happened

To a lot of poor souls In this building.

Well, I can'’t deny that.

Mrs. Temple, We'’ve been wondering

How you might be able To help us,

Um, find the murderer with these Dreams you'’ve been having.

Well...

I haven'’t seen any faces Clearly.

I don'’t know how I could dream Them any differently.

- would you consider letting Yourself be hypnotized?

Hypnotized?

- suppose, mrs. Temple, You had a client

Who confessed to you That he was the murderer

In one of your trances.

This goes Into your subconscious,

And the doctor through hypnosis

Might help you to remember Who it is.

- I am in touch With the spirits of the dead.

That has nothing to do With hypnosis.

You sound stupid For a psychic, young lady,

And probably Very profound as a what,

Psychiatrist or something?

I'’m very uncomfortable here.

- mrs. Temple, You called with your dream,

So they'’re troubling you.

I'’m sorry.

I--I simply refuse To be with people

Who don'’t believe.

- just one more thing, Mrs. Temple.

This is a possible suspect

From a description given By a bartender.

You recognize it at all?

- stavros. - yes, sir?

- would you take mrs. Temple Home and look around,

Keep your eyes open, And stake out the neighborhood,

In case he should show up.

Thank you, mrs. Temple.

This way, mrs. Temple.

- well, do you think She'’s holding back anything?

Yeah,

And I think She wanted to slug us both.

- mm-hmm.

- thanks, barbara. - okay.

- uh, lieutenant, that tire Tread at the scene last night...

Yeah?

- it matches a heavy-duty Japanese import.

It'’s been sold to a number Of car rental agencies

And a few cab fleets.

- all right, You start showing the picture

To the rental agents And the cab dispatchers.

It'’s gonna take a day or two,

So get on it right away And get saperstein to help you.

Right.

Freak.

Whoever you are, Take a night off, okay?

- arthur, listen, I'’d like to try again.

Well, sure I'’m lonely, But I--

I don'’t intend to stay That way forever,

After all, I'’m only human.

But I'’d rather be with you.

Well, so I'’ll see you After the meeting.

Mm.

We'’ll talk it over.

Please.

Thank you. Thank you.

- I, uh, I put your cigarette out.

I hope you don'’t mind.

Here.

Thanks.

Wow.

That'’s a beautiful pair Of rings.

What?

Your old man'’s gonna Walk through the door

And punch me out, right?

- that would be interesting, But I don'’t think so.

- you, um, want to go To a party tonight?

- I--I think I'’m gonna be busy later,

At least I hope I am,

But if it doesn'’t work out,

Maybe I better go to a party.

A couple of laughs, huh?

It'’s only a small party.

It may be too intimate for you.

One couple.

- if I'’m back in a couple Of hours,

Why not, huh?

Central.

Lieutenant, line two.

Lieutenant kojak.

Yes, central.

All right.

Tell detective stavros To stay there.

I'’m on my way.

Crocker!

Don'’t be afraid, my son.

They, too, are guilty.

- right now there'’s This other one waiting for me,

The same place where I picked up The first one, father.

She has a husband, I know that for sure.

No one should turn their back

On their loved ones, leon.

No, they shouldn'’t.

- leon! - what is it, father?

- I feel hostile forces Close at hand,

Outside.

Run!

- lieutenant, I'’m sorry. We lost him, man.

I don'’t know, he got away. I'’ll check his hack license.

- yeah, And in the meantime, what?

- maybe the old lady Can help us.

- miss temple, that man that Was here, what did he want?

He is a client.

He has a right to his privacy And so do I.

- he doesn'’t have a right To kill people,

Which is what I'’m afraid He'’s been doing.

Now, please, help me.

- lieutenant, in the presence Of such hostile vibrations,

There'’s nothing I can do.

What did he talk about?

- I have no idea, No idea at all.

Please, leave me alone.

Beer, draft.

- hey, um, mrs. Fielding called For you.

She said that things didn'’t turn Out as good she'’s expected,

And she'’s coming,

But she'’s gonna be A little late.

She went home to change clothes For a party or something.

Yeah.

[sighs]

Well, helen, You haven'’t lost a husband,

You'’ve gained a second life.

Why not?

[sighs]

I hope it'’s easy.

- okay, here'’s everything You asked for.

One fm transmitter,

One brown suit With black necktie,

And one tired and very confused Captain of police.

Now, you'’ve got an alarm out On this arling character,

What'’s up?

- you know mrs. Temple Always knows, frank,

In advance, But she won'’t talk about it.

She can'’t.

Now, if arling'’s out there about To do in another housewife,

I want you to find out about it.

You'’re the only one of us She hasn'’t seen.

Here, put this transmitter Back in your pocket.

- all right, And what does that do for us?

- well, you'’re mr. Marston, Right,

Husband of the first victim.

Now, just go over there, Press the bell or whatever,

The doors open, Walk right in,

Tell her you'’re-- You'’re gonna kill yourself,

Unless you can talk To your wife.

You'’re kidding.

- frank, you get in touch With vera marston,

That means You'’re really in touch

With mrs. Temple'’s subconscious, Whatever.

Anyway, lead her on, Find out about the killer,

Pretend you'’re in--

Pretend you'’re in a little Theatre or something.

Remember, You'’re on the radio,

And I'’ll give you A review later.

Go ahead.

My place taken?

I'’ve been saving it.

- is there time for a drink Before this party begins?

Sure is.

- bartender. - yes, sir.

- two days I haven'’t slept Since my wife died.

I got to talk to her.

Everything is a crisis today.

I can give you ten minutes, No more,

And at this time of night,

I shall have to insist on $20.

Oh, of course, of course.

- and, um, What is your wife'’s name?

Vera marston.

She was murdered two days ago, Strangled.

Mrs. Marston?

How extraordinary.

I believe I shall have No difficulty, whatsoever,

In contacting her, mr. Marston.

Mrs. Vera marston,

I have here Your beloved husband,

Seeking to communicate Across the great gulf of mystery

And speak, once again, With you.

[shudders]

Yes, I am here,

But why am I not left alone?

Vera, is that you?

Please, leave me alone.

Please.

I want to help, vera.

I want to understand What happened.

We all loved you.

Who are you?

- vera, listen, Anybody who would hurt you

Doesn'’t know What he'’s doing.

He'’s crazy, But he'’s got to be stopped

Before he hurts somebody else.

No, I deserved it.

I was unfaithful To my husband.

Who are you?

- well, then I owe a debt To the person

Who unmasked this dreadful Treachery on your part.

Yes.

You owe him a debt, But you are not alone.

I'’d like to thank him.

You know where I can thank him?

I think so.

Where?

- I can see him, you know, From where I am,

In the bar Where he picked me up.

Oh, yes, He has another like me.

The jubilee.

Let me get a taxi.

- oh, um, it'’s just a couple Of blocks, leon.

Why don'’t we walk?

Whatever.

[siren wailing]

- uh, would you like a drink Or something, leon?

- yeah, this is supposed To be a party, isn'’t it?

Sure.

I'’ll get some ice.

Sure, he just left.

With someone?

Yeah, a mrs. Fielding.

- all right, I'’ll try her apartment.

You check out His home address there

And then get down there.

- you know, She'’s a real nice lady.

Yeah.

- would you believe That one of the few things

My husband took with him Was an ice bucket?

He says they don'’t make them Like they used to.

Leon.

- what'’s this, Your hard-to-get number?

- no, it'’s my hard-to-decide Number, I guess.

- mrs. Fielding, It'’s the gas man.

You left your door open.

Okay.

Now, you look at her,

But somebody has to take care Of them.

What do you see?

Aren'’t they revolting?

My brother llewellyn

Wrote the definitive book On welsh mythology.

Oh.

- ah, that must be Your friend who called up,

Said he'’s picking you up.

Mrs. Temple.

- lieutenant, I thought I told you--

We'’re together.

It'’s leon, isn't it?

I know it is.

He comes here...

So troubled,

Urgent,

So alone,

But he will be all right.

Yes.

You know, mrs. Temple, That sketch I showed you,

Well, if you had identified it,

You know, you could have saved Us a lot of trouble tonight.

This is him, isn'’t it?

- uh, no. No, not really.

Leon looked, um,

A great deal more Like my husband

When we first met,

When we were young.

Mm.

I understand.

Well, I'’m sorry To have troubled you.

- good night, mrs. Temple. - good night, mr. Marston.

Oh,

Mrs. Temple,

Pleasanter dreams, okay?

The same to you, lieutenant.

I know how hard it must be For you a lot of the time.

Good night.

[solemn piano music, Woman vocalizing]

♪

How'’ve you been?

[laughter]

How'’ve you been?

[horn blares]

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]